Chapter 57
FIFTY-SEVEN
SAVANNAH
“You need more, huh?” Harley whispers against my lips, and a moan builds in my throat.
“Please,” I croak. “Please, Harley.”
“Fuck, baby. You’re killing me.” He dips his head to the crook of my shoulder and sighs. “We can’t fuck here, Sav. What if someone sees?”
I chuckle breathlessly and thread my fingers through his already messy hair. “I’ve been here for over two hours and haven’t seen a single soul. It’ll be fine, I promise. Now, please fuck me, Harley. I need you.”
It was good to be here alone. It gave me time to come to terms with the decision I made, but it’s even better now that Harley’s here.
He curses softly and lifts his head, his eyes drilling into mine before flicking around our surroundings. “I swear, Sav, if some fucker sees what’s mine, I’ll lose my shit.”
“What’s yours, huh?” I say with a smile, and he smirks before spinning me around, making me face the sea once more. It’s chilly out, but my body feels like it’s on fire, and I clasp the railing in front of me, the metal cold beneath my palms.
“You’ve always been mine, in one way or another.”
He grabs the back of my neck, pushing me forward until I’m bent over the railing, looking down at the crashing waves. I gulp. “Harley…” I say hesitantly.
“Nah. You told me to take what I want. You begged me to fuck you and pleaded that you needed me, so you’re gonna bend over that fucking railing and look down at the sea as I fuck you like the good little cock slut you are, you hear me?”
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod hesitantly. “I hear you,” I rasp, fear and need warring with each other, but if I’m being honest with myself, I love this.
“So good for me,” he coos and rubs his hands over my hips before letting his thumbs slide against my waistband.
I hold my breath as he slowly tugs them down, and then he does the unexpected.
I feel a sharp pain before my body shifts forward, and it takes me a moment to realize the asshole spanked me.
It fucking hurt.
And felt so freaking good.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, as if hearing my thoughts, and I sniffle as my eyes begin to water. Whether from his words, the breeze or the pain, I have no idea, and I honestly don’t care.
“Please,” I whisper, though it’s so quiet it probably got lost in the wind.
But Harley always seems to know my needs because I hear him pull down his zipper. His body is close to mine—either to stop anyone from seeing me or to ward off the cold, I don’t know—so I can feel his movements as he pulls out his cock.
Once free, he slides the head of his dick against my entrance. I’m already soaked, so it glides easily, and I hear him groan quietly.
God, I love making him feel good.
Hearing his grunts, groans, and moans only turns me on more, and I love how he doesn’t feel like he needs to hold back.
“Please, Harley. Stop teasing me and just—”
My words cut off as he slams inside me. A shriek passes my lips as my body is shoved against the railing, while his thick length makes me feel so damn full.
“Christ, why does it always surprise me how tight you are? I’ll never get enough of this, Sav. Never get enough of you.”
I believe him, because I feel the exact same way.
“You always fuck me so good,” I rasp, and his hand wraps around my hair, lightly tugging.
“Yeah? You want more, little devil? You want me to fuck you good and hard?”
He slowly pulls out of me, and when I don’t respond, he stays there, unmoving.
Stubborn asshole.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Please.”
He chuckles darkly and slams back into me, taking the breath from my lungs, and I let out a strangled sound. That sound only seems to spur him on more, because he starts fucking me with earnest, his thrusts are hard and fast, his hand tightly gripping my hip, so hard it’ll no doubt leave bruises.
But I don’t care.
No, I crave the pain as much as I crave the pleasure. He might not hate me anymore, but he sure as hell fucks me like he does, and I’m thankful for it.
My cries and his grunts float in the air between us, neither of us bothering to try and keep quiet even though we’re in a very public place, but it just makes it all the more exciting.
My breaths are coming out fast and choppy, much like the waves beneath us, and I’m so close. So close, but not quite there.
“Harley,” I call out. “I need more. I need… I need…”
“I’ve got you, little devil. I know exactly what you need.”
And he does, because his fingers find my clit.
He rubs in fast circles, the hand on my hair tightening further, and all of the added sensations send me careening over the edge. My core tightens as my vision whites out, and I let out a long moan as my orgasm crashes into me, sending me spiraling until I feel like I’m floating.
I hear Harley groan as he comes right alongside me, his movement stilted as he fills me with his cum, but I can barely focus on him when it feels like my orgasm is going on forever. It seems like it’ll never end, my entire body trembling as my heart almost beats out of my chest.
It takes a while, but I finally come down from the high, panting as Harley’s body covers my back and he buries his head in my hair.
“Jesus,” I wheeze, and he laughs. It’s unrestrained and free, and I can’t help but smile. It’s been so long since I’ve heard him sound so… himself.
“We should probably head back to campus,” I murmur and feel him nod, but he doesn’t move.
“Harley,” I warn, and he whines.
“I don’t wanna.”
“But you gotta.”
“Fuck, fine,” he huffs and pulls away from me. I go to step back from the railing, but his palm on my back stops me, and I stand there silently as he pulls up my panties and leggings.
“Sorry, we don’t have anything for you to properly clean up with,” he mutters. “You’re gonna be uncomfortable as fuck for the drive home.”
I shrug. “I’ve been in worse situations. I’ll live.”
“C’mon.” He wraps his arm around my shoulder as we start walking across the pier, luckily not seeing a single person.
“I like it here,” I whisper, and he bobs his head.
“Me too, baby. Me too.”
My walk is awkward, since I can feel his release literally dripping from me, and it makes me cringe. He must notice because he stops suddenly and then… crouches?
“What are you doing?”
He huffs and gestures with his hands, though I have no idea what he’s trying to signal to me. “Get on my back, and I’ll piggyback you the rest of the way.”
“You want to give me a piggyback,” I state dryly.
“Yes, Sav. I wanna carry you, so hop on up, buttercup.”
I groan. “Not the stupid nicknames again,” I mutter, and in true Harley fashion, he cackles at my obvious disgust.
“Just get on my back, Savannah,” he mutters, clearly losing patience.
I climb on, and he stands, pulling my legs tightly around him, and I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning down to rest my cheek across the top of his head before he starts walking again.
Once we get to the car park, Harley looks around. “Where’s your car?”
I roll my eyes, even though he can’t see me. “I don’t have one. I took an Uber.”
“You don’t have a car?”
“That would mean too much freedom.”
His steps falter, and I worry for a moment that he might drop me, but he quickly rights himself, giving my legs a squeeze.
“How? If you don’t have enough freedom to have a car, then how did you afford an Uber to get here?
” he asks almost hesitantly, and I swallow the lump in my throat, not used to telling anyone about how much my father controls my life.
“My tutoring gig,” I say, and lick my dry lips. “A lot of the students don’t want their parents to know how much they’re struggling, and so some of them prefer to pay in cash. Since my father only gives me a minimal allowance for necessities, it’s all I have.”
He curses under his breath before heading toward his car and unlocks it before carefully placing me inside.
“You know I could have walked,” I state, and he grins wickedly.
“I know, but I liked carrying you.”
“You’re so weird.”
He snorts out a laugh, and just before he closes the door, he says, “You know it, little devil.”